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moved. It was a simple, fluid motion I had practiced in my mind a dozen times on the walk back from the lobby. My right hand picked up my tainted glass. My left hand picked up Emily’s clean glass. I moved them both out of the way of the spill. And when I set them back down, they were reversed.
It was done.
“I am so sorry, Ryan,” I said, dabbing at the continue reading …
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